Chapter 9

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Hello everybody!! I'm back. (For now at least) I sincerely apologize for being away for so long, I've just been lazy as hell and I had no idea what to do for this chapter. It is kind of short but the next one will be longer so don't worry. Also some things you should know before reading: { }=Sherlock and [ ]=John
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John's POV
I woke the next morning to the sound of an alarm clock buzzing loudly. I groaned and sat up, looking at the alarm clock. 6:21. Bloody school. {Well we can thank school for one thing-}  [Shut up Sherlock, I'm trying to tell the story] {Ok ok I'm sorry. Continue} I got up and grabbed my clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Ten minutes later I walked out to get ready for classes.

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When I got back to the dorm after classes I put my bag at the end of my bed and flopped face first into it.

I must've fell asleep because I woke up to Sherlock poking me in the ribs.

"Wake up." He said.

"What? Is something wrong?" I asked.

"You're in my bed." He replied.

My wings stiffened and I shot up. He was right. How the hell did I get in his bed? Sherlock must have seen the confused look on my face and said: "To be fair I was in your bed when you came in. You looked tired."

"S-sorry. I just had a long and tiring day I guess." I stammered.

Sherlock shrugged. "Every day is long and boring."

As I stood up he sat down in his bed while I sat in mine, Sherlock staring at me with a slight look of interest on his face. After was seemed like hours of us staring at each other Sherlock got up, grabbed his coat and left. I blinked. I blinked again. What was that about? I shrug and go into the bathroom to take a shower.

Sherlock's POV
I walked out the door and headed for Mycroft's dorm. I had something I needed to tell him. On my way there I passed dorm 177 in section A and two guys making out. John has told me they kind of look like us.  (Anyone get that reference?)

I didn't bother knocking when I got to Mycroft's room, I just barged right in and the sight before me was terrifying. Mycroft and Graham's faces were mere inches apart.

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